looked at what Sun Desheng said with a nose and eyes, and thought of Yang Xiao who was frightened by himself before. He also believed that there are really people like Lao Yang in the world, who are obviously capable but still afraid of the east and the west. and himself are completely two different ways......

Yang Xiao, the most capable of the three, was gone, and Sun Desheng began to discuss the next things with Psyllium. said: "Brother, it's not my brother I said, Lao Yang ran away shamelessly, and the road behind him will not continue to move forward, brother, I will listen to you." None of us buddies know what's in front of us, so we rely on two trolls. It's choking..... Huang Ran's life is important, but it is not important to the point where our brothers exchange their lives for their lives. ”

The psyllium mentioned in these two sentences is also bottomless, and he is hesitating in his heart. I heard the strange voice on the ground again. It seems that there is an old monk lying in his ear, babbling and chanting, and it sounds like he is chanting scriptures......

"Who! Can't you hear the fat man? Psyllium glanced around, then continued: "It seems that the monk is chanting...... I'm an old man! Did you pronounce the wrong person...... The monk can't urinate in a pot, can you read it to me alone? ”

Sun Desheng looked at the appearance of psyllium and listened to it sideways for a long time. Still can't hear anything. At that moment, he pulled the little Taoist priest and said, "Brother, I am a brother like you, you can't make any mistakes." Go back, see if Lao Huang's life is too big, let the spicy people come down and deal with it...... What's wrong with you, bro? Why is there still bleeding in the ear......"

As Sun Desheng spoke, both ears of psyllium began to seep blood. He didn't notice it at all, and when he was reminded by Sun Fatzi, he reacted, wiped his ears and saw the blood on his hands.

Before Psyllium could understand, the voice of the monk chanting the scriptures before became louder and louder. A moment of effort was already deafening. No matter how much he covered his ears, he couldn't stop the sound of the old monk chanting. After a moment's effort, the psyllium's head was already wooden, and no other sound could be heard except the sound of chanting.

Sun Desheng couldn't hold his hand, and Psyllium heard the deafening chanting sound, but he couldn't hear it. Seeing his brother rolling on the ground uncomfortably, Sun Fatzi rubbed his hands anxiously. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Then, Sun Desheng took out a voice recorder from his arms. Later, I found the audio I needed inside.

Putting the recorder in the ear of psyllium, Sun Desheng said: "Brother, brother, I don't have any good moves...... Let's try this, maybe you can rush to the chanting sound you heard......"

As he spoke, Sun Desheng first took out two small pills and stuffed them into his nostrils. With a refreshing coolness running down his nostrils and straight to his brain, Sun Fatzi pressed the switch of the voice recorder. A heart-rending scream came from inside: "Evil ......"

Rao made preparations in advance, and Sun Fatzi was still numb with half stretched, and then knelt on the ground with a weak knee. It took a while before I reacted. Trembling, he slowly got up. After a long pause, the body regained its instincts.

At this time, Sun Desheng looked back at psyllium, the Taoist priest curled up on the ground, sweating profusely as if he had just taken a bath. The oxygen mask on his face had cracked as it hit the stone as it tumbled. However, he was in much better shape than before, and his breathing was even, and he looked as if he was asleep.

Seeing that there was a crack in the oxygen mask of psyllium, Sun Desheng hurriedly covered the crack with his hand. There is no sticking on his body, so he can only carry his brother on his back at the moment. I'm going to get back to the surface as soon as possible. At this time, Psyllium suddenly opened his eyes, and then said to Sun Desheng: "Fatty, what happened to me just now?" The sound of chanting is gone, and you killed the old monk with a troll? ”

Seeing that psyllium had finally recovered, Sun Desheng breathed a sigh of relief. But now every second counts. You have to go back to the ground before the oxygen leaks, or your brother will die.

However, psyllium's reaction was not at all like the oxygen couldn't keep up, and when he saw that there was a crack in the mask, he actually took off the oxygen mask directly. Sun Desheng was startled, and when he just wanted to put the mask on his brother, he saw that the little Taoist priest was fine, and he looked at him calmly, and there was no problem with panting.

Could it be that the methane and dead gas here are scattered? Sun Fatzi hesitated. Still carefully removed the mask, the moment the mask left his mouth. It was as if he had been thrown into the cold water, and no matter how much he gasped, there was never a trace of air that could enter his lungs. There was also a momentary loss of consciousness in my mind. My mind went blank......

Sun Desheng hurriedly put on the oxygen mask again, and then resumed breathing. After taking a few breaths of oxygen, Sun Fatzi realized that there was still poisonous gas outside that he couldn't bear. I just don't understand how psyllium can breathe freely in this situation.

"Brother. Looks like you don't need oxygen, do you? Don't waste it......" As he spoke, Sun Desheng untied the oxygen cylinder on psyllium, hung it on himself, and continued: "When did you have such a ability to breathe in dead air? Brother, what else do you have to do that you haven't revealed? I'm still here with my brother, it's too high-minded......"

Psyllium glanced at Sun Desheng in confusion, and asked, "Fatty, what was that cry just now?" Straight to the brain, the sound of chanting was washed away at once...... You say it's dead air? Nothing different......"

"I'll talk to you about this later, there are not many people in the world who can withstand this call, brother, you really impress my brother." Sun Desheng smiled after that. He continued to say to Psyllium: "Brother, Yang Xiao's grandson is taboo here, let's go back first." Wait for my brother and I'll get together a few more white-haired ones, and then kill them...... It depends on whether Lao Huang's life is hard or not, whether he can survive this hurdle......"

"Let's keep going...... Psyllium shook his head, then looked into the depths of the tomb. continued: "The voice of chanting the scriptures just now came from inside. If you don't go in and grab the old monk who is chanting the scriptures, and give him a few mouths, my sin just now will be in vain? How can there be such a cheap thing? ”

As he spoke, Psyllium shouted into the ancient tomb: "Dead bald donkey, I will go in and kill you in a while." If you have a kind, don't run, Daoist, I'll squeeze out your yellow seed and give you a good bubble wine to drink......" As he spoke, the little Taoist priest walked inside with a shotgun. Sun Desheng still wanted to stop it, but when he saw the menacing appearance of psyllium, he was worried that he would lead the mold to himself again, so he had no choice but to follow behind this half-sized son.

Where they are now is a burial tunnel. Although the Song Dynasty no longer paid attention to the burial of living people, many bones with heads cut off by sharp weapons were still found in the burial tunnels here. The bones were tightly tied with iron locks, and most of them still retained the posture of kneeling before death.

"These are monks...... "When Psyllium passed by, he suddenly found that there were many Buddhist beads used by monks in the tunnel. In addition, there is no hair on the head of the person who was cut off, and nine times out of ten it is the monk who was captured and buried. It's just unheard of to use monks for burial, and I don't know what the rules are here.

After discovering that the bones were monks, Psyllium frowned, and then he crouched on the ground, staring at the bones. After a while, the little Taoist priest shook his head and stood up, and said to Sun Desheng, "It wasn't them who recited the scriptures just now...... What a sound ahead! ”

As he spoke, Psyllium had already shone out the flashlight in his hand, and saw a foreign brand communicator appear on the ground more than ten meters in front of him. Huang Ran's voice came from inside: "Stephen...... Don't come in...... All of them are not allowed to come in...... No one can save us......"